Passionate

I had the brightest smile on my face, as if I had never experienced the storm of the morning and last night.

Bo Zhanhuai was probably in a good mood, so he drank all the dozen cups of sweet-scented osmanthus wine I poured for him in a very good manner.

I saw that he was already slightly drunk, and he blurted out the words that had been brewing hundreds of times in his heart: "Bo Zhanhuai, didn't you agree to let my father go? He is a living dead anyway, so you sent him to the countryside farthest from the capital." Remnants of life." The countryside may be harder, but it is also far away from harm.

Bo Zhanhuai narrowed his pretty phoenix eyes slightly: "Le Jin, are you really not giving up?"

Every time he was in bed, he would call me by my title, and every time he was in a better mood, he would call me by my name affectionately.

But every time he calls my name, I feel numb all over.

This time was no exception. I tried my best not to tremble, and the corners of my mouth were stiff: "I have done what you said. The man keeps what he says, otherwise it would be meaningless."

"Huh?" Bo Zhanhuai raised my chin, and smiled softly, "My Fengyang has grown courage! Well, if you can serve me comfortably in the next month, I will promise you."

This man turned his back on what he said!

But what can I do?I have no choice but to listen to him.In the past, my name as a princess might have been useful, but now it is just a burden.

For the next half month, I racked my brains to please Bo Zhanhuai in different ways, but not only did he not keep his promise, but he got bored of me instead.

In his words, it's just that tricks over and over again, Fengyang, do you understand fun?

That night, he brought the famous oiran in the capital back to the Princess Mansion.

The oiran's name is Yin Chen, the facial features are refined and refined, but the corners of her brows and eyes are full of innate charm, just one glance can make people's bones all crumble.

Bo Zhanhuai didn't come to my house again, Riri and Yinchen spent the Spring Festival in his Baosheng Pavilion.

Half a month later, I was worried about my father in the secret room, so I had to be cheeky and beg to come to the door.

It was snowing, and I didn't know how long I stood in the snow before the door of Baosheng Pavilion opened with a creak.

It wasn't Bo Zhanhuai who came out, but Yinchen in a fox fur cloak with winking eyes like silk.

"Why is the princess here free?" Yin Chen smiled, but couldn't hide his satisfaction.

I skipped her and looked into the door: "I have something to do with my son-in-law, let him come out for a while."

I am a princess, and there is no more noble woman than me in the world except the empress dowager, so even if I am abandoned by Bo Zhanhuai, it is impossible for me to make a fuss in front of a prostitute.

My upbringing never allowed me to do that.

Resentment flashed in Yin Chen's eyes, and she stepped on her shoes and ran in. I heard her say: "My son-in-law, our supreme Princess Fengyang is calling you outside the door, you should go quickly."

This tone clearly intended to arouse Bo Zhanhuai's anger.

Everyone knows that Bo Zhanhuai is most jealous of people talking about their status. When the father granted the marriage, several ministers advised that Bo Zhanhuai's background was too low. Later, after Bo Zhanhuai came to power, these people disappeared without a trace.

The sudden death, the sick death, the old old.

In short, since then, there have been many fewer people who dared to fight against Bo Zhanhuai.

Not long after Yin Chen's words fell, a figure walked slowly inside the door, it was the tall and thin Bo Zhanhuai.

He looks slender and slender, but he feels inexplicably intimidating: "It's Fengyang. Do you have something to do with me? Just right, I also have something to do with you, so come in and talk about it."